Alex_morg

[Ding!]

[Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.]

Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion.
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Alex, a 18-year-old ordinary guy, finds himself inexplicably transmigrated into the plot of a Cheesy with no logic bashing novel. 

But his excitement quickly turns to dread when he realizes he hasn’t taken the role of the protagonist but the villain.

To make matters worse, he’s destined to be the first stepping stone for the novel’s protagonist—the Plot armor son.

Terrified of his impending doom, Alex thought of changing his strategy of even going as far as changing the whole story plot if he can survive in this braindead novel.

And like some ROB or GOD answering his prayers for having fun on his decision, a mechanical voice spind in his mind and a blue transparent panel appeared in front of his eye.

[Ding!]

[System Activated!]

Detecting the host's desire to alter the original storyline.

Activating [Villain System]…

Alex’s relief is short-lived when he discovers the system’s peculiar goal:

[Ding!]

[Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.]

Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion.

With his life on the line and a mission ahead, Alex embarks on his journey to survive the braindead Novel.

Will he be able survive or fall victim to the Plot Armor son Aka Protagonist.

Well that is for the future Alex to decide and know and you readers…

Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

Still looking down, Riley twisted her hands nervously.

"But... are these... normal clothes?" she stammered.

'Seriously, what kind of normal shirt is missing buttons on the top? And these shorts are barely longer than underwear!'

"Of course, they're normal clothes," Alex insisted, his face perfectly straight, pulling the lie out of thin air without a hint of shame. "They were designed and made, right? That means they're meant for people to wear."

Riley glanced down again at the two obvious black curves visible through the thin shirt. She looked up at him, biting her lip. "Are you sure?"

"Still doubting me?" Alex gently pressed her shoulders, making her lean forward slightly. Then, smack! He gave her surprisingly firm backside a light, playful tap. It held no real force.

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